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[ooc: Log Post with SDC Crew and anyone who can wing by]

WHO: Fujiko, Jyabura, Lambo, Ipin, and everyone on the SDC ship with a bunch of surprise guests as they can manage it
WHAT: Jyabura and Fujiko are hiding from Friday the 13th and just to prove they are cursed, everyone keeps interrupting their hiding
WHEN: Friday the 13th (March, 2nd in a row)
WHERE: Jyabura's Room and SDC ship in general -- under the bed (not in)
WHY: To see how many interruptions we could get in one day and to fit in as many people as possible. Seriously, if you think you can have a MMverse reason for stopping by or just really really want to, DO SO :D We promise to love you for it.
WARNING: It's like PG (but with bad language because that's how a lot of the crew members are). Nothing too violent/sexual happens because anytime they think about it, someone crashes in. And the crackier the reasons, the better.

They'd made a blanket fort. Okay, Fujiko could acknowledge it was a little um... childish at best but she'd been serious about taking Silver's sarcastic suggestion to hide under a pile of blankets to heart. It worked for Gold Roger (sort of) so there had to be something to do it. They were stocked up. Painkillers for Jyabura after his fight from the night before, he was healing faster than any regular human could but she still worried. Grapes in case they got hungry and water bottles. Laptops, check. Books, check. And a mountain of blankets. The space under Jyabura's bed wasn't very big but it was fortifiable and that's what counted most. They weren't going to fake their own funerals (though after the sparring match it might have been easier to do) just in case it made Fate more mad than not. Still, hiding seemed like a very good idea and to hell with anyone who thought otherwise.

Besides the time at least would give her the chance to really focus on getting rid of Mello's virus. And however much he refused to admit it, Jyabura needed the rest.

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"It's the principle," Fujiko grinned at Killua, "We missed out on your blanket fort because we were on a mission. We were jealous." Well she was, but like hell she'd admit that. She was going to blame Jyabura completely and not admit she'd been the one to suggest a blanket fort thanks to Silver's claim that a pile of blankets was what saved Gold Rogers. Jyabura had suggested hiding under the bed but that might have been because she'd originally teased him with Kaku about it.

The brunette almost froze at Gon's grin and easy-going assurance she could go fishing with them anytime. It meant more than she could explain. She kept her amused expression the same but it took a little more force not to let it slip. "Hey, thanks kid," she grinned. "And remind me, I STILL haven't showed you how I rigged up my water gun or how to shoot it have I? I really gotta get around to that." She glanced back at the bed where her jacket and water gun were, "But not now. I don't have it on me. Good luck finding swordfish. And remember to hold it out until it stops thrashing or it'll slice you to ribbons." It was an unnecessary reminder but she didn't know how to say hey don't get hurt or do anything stupid to worry me wihout having to admit she would be worried so she just made it sort of morbid and let it go at that.

Killua grinned and stuck his tongue out at Jyabura waggling his eyebrows in a 'I know what you're doing you dirty old man' kinda way.

Gon threw his arms out in a cheer. "YES!! I can't wait to see!" he crowed, "OK, Killua! I bet I can catch a swordfish before you!!"

"Like hell you can." Then thinking better. "Only because you're a monster."

"I'm not a monster, that's mean Killua."

"It's not cause it's TRUE. I think you attract them with some sonar noise or something."

"Hahah don't be stupid Killua."

"Tsk. I'm not being stupid, you're WEIRD." He was grinning though as they started walking away, waving lazily over his shoulder at Fujiko.

"Yeah have fun you guys," Fujiko waved before shutting the door behind them and locking it. And ok, the lock hadn't stopped Ipin and after that they'd forgotten to relock it before Lambo wandered in but this time, it was very much locked.

Shifting blankets aside, Fujiko slid back under the bed into dark cave they'd made. "Remember when you said they were intrusive?" Fujiko chuckled evilly as she wiggled over next to Jyabura and made sure he was being relatively still. "So uh..." she began, echoing him from earlier with a teasing grin, "Where were we?"

"They're like fucking cockroaches," Jyabura said, still annoyed as hell but recovering due to the fact that they were gone and Fujiko was back. "Everywhere and impossible to get rid of." He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, picking up where he'd left off with her shirt. Getting the I Know What You're Up To look from a fourteen-year-old was decidedly creepy, and Jyabura was determined to get the image out of his head as soon as possible.

"Hum," Fujiko murmured before biting into an earlobe with a soft tug. "I can see where they'd get annoying but they're kind of fun." Would be more fun if they weren't ruining certain other kinds of fun. Jyabura's hand almost instantly replaced and sliding up her chest sent her heartbeat racing and fuck Fate, the next person who tried to kick the door down was going to get one of her boots thrown at his head. Still, Poland at least was anti-social enough not to come around but at this point Fate might find a reason to convince him Liet was hiding in the room with Ipin or something. Moving down to bite his neck, she moaned softly, "Mmmn!" she closed her eyes arching her neck towards him more. "Jyabura..." she moaned softly again.

A soft, but distinctive, pop sounds through the air in the small space between them and the bottom of the bed, and abruptly, a modest but definitely noticeable weight is pressing down of top of them. "Oh..." A somewhat dreamy-sounding voice with a distinctive English accent speaks, not sounding particularly concerned. "It's so dark. I hope I haven't splinched out my eyes..." The person wiggles a bit, clearly rather stuck in the narrow space, and in the process, finally seems to realize she is actually lying on another person or persons.

"Hullo?" she asks tentatively in a soft tone, turning her head to try and get a view of exactly what kind of situation she's in.

Jyabura decided that the appropriate response to having a person suddenly come into existence on top of him was to go completely still and try very hard not to have a heart attack. Luckily, Fujiko seemed to have taken much the same approach. However, once the person spoke up and it became relatively clear that it wasn't Fate or some other diabolical apparition, he shoved the newcomer off of them with an elbow and sat up as much as possible in the limited space.

"What the hell is it now!?" he snapped, alarmed and worried despite the fact that the person he'd just shoved off of him appeared to be a smallish, fair-haired girl who seemed more confused than anything.

"Ouch." She'd landed on her elbow and took a moment to rub it with her free hand, finally rolling herself onto her side. "I didn't realize submarines would be so cramped," she murmured, more to herself than to them--in fact, she seemed to have momentarily forgotten the presence of anyone else as she splayed the fingers of her right hand and began to pat blindly at the floor, as if looking for something. "I suppose this must be why most Muggles don't use them... Just a moment... There you are." She pulled back, sitting up a bit, though stopping just short of smacking her head again the bottom of the box spring. "Lumos," she uttered, and abruptly the dim space was uncomfortably bright, light originating from the tip of the wooden wand in her hand.

As the space lit up, so did her face, with a happy smile as she saw who else was with her. "Oh! Jyabura, I've found you!"

Watching the blonde with a special kind of bemusement, Fujiko blinked and rubbed her eyes slightly at the bright light. It was already a little cramped with two people a third person, however small of a person, was not helping. The bemused sort of expression was echoed on the blonde holding the stick with a light on the end and grinning goofily at Jyabura.

"Uh..." Fujiko attempted to work out how to appropriately handle the situation and failed. "Hello."

Several emotions happened inside Jyabura's mind in extremely rapid succession: alarm, confusion, distress, recognition, cheer, disappointment, anger, annoyance. This dizzying thought process slid to a halt at resignation and stayed there, and Jyabura lifted a hand to run down his face. "Hi Luna," he said solemnly, after a pause for collection. "Fujiko, this is Luna. Luna, Fujiko. Can you dim that any?"

"Oh! All right then." With seemingly no command, the light from her wand dimmed to an acceptable night-light glow. Luna twisted a little, as best she could, to face Fujiko, smiling not faltering. "Hullo. I'm joining the crew, you know." Her brow furrowed slightly for a moment. "Though I rather wonder if that might not make your submarine a bit too crowded."

Fujiko chuckled nervously. "Well you're currently under a bed so if you crawl that way," she gave a small push to get the girl off her legs, and brushing some of the blankets aside, "You'll find the rest of the submarine is actually quite large." She paused torn between trying not to tick people off too much and half ticked off herself, "And uh nice to meet you Luna." She refrained from the interrogations of "And how do you know my boyfriend and I swear to Eneru if you're an ex of his..." because Luna looked a little on the young side and Fujiko didn't need to go around making MORE people think she was even crazier than she actually was.

"Luna's, uh, somebody who used to hang around here a couple months back," Jyabura explained. "She just showed up a couple days ago and I told her she should come by some time." And god, but he was regretting it now. Nice to see her? Totally. Bad timing? Fucking right.

She hadn't even realized how trigger-tense she'd been until she relaxed from Jyabura's words. She wasn't sure if she'd been a little too obvious or he just knew her that well already. Either way was a little unnerving but she hoped it was the latter and that added to a whole other list of problems. "Oh," she remarked mildly, "You don't say."

Luna gave a long, bemused glance around at the their makeshift fort beneath the bed. "...Under a bed. Oh, I see." And she did, sort of, though she wondered if it were some sort of submarine custom or something else entirely that had them under the bed rather than lying on top of it like sensible people. "Pardon me." She extinguished her wand completely and tucked it behind one of her ears, and began to wriggle-crawl her way to the exit Fujiko had revealed to her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she got herself halfway out from under the bed, "It is quite a lot more spacious out here! That's good, you know, otherwise I wouldn't have been sure where to keep Murph..."

"I also might've told her she should join," Jyabura muttered to Fujiko, half-apologetically. "Don't worry about it. You'll like her. She's nuts, but a nice kid."

He glanced out from under the bed to wear Luna was taking stock of her surroundings. "So, uh, you should go take a look around, you know? Say hi to Ipin; she's the captain. Tell her I sent you. I'd, uh, introduce you and all, but we're...it's..." He paused to think up a suitable excuse. Then he remembered who he was talking to. "We're hiding from Fate. Friday the 13th, and all, you know how it is. But I'll catch you later."

"Huh," was all Fujiko could seem to formulate. Given different circusmtances she might have normally asked how the girl was able to teleport from the middle of nowhere to on top of them but at that moment she was chalking the crazy not-so coincidental timing up to Fate. Anyone who still thought Fate wasn't real and out to get them was clearly delusional at this point. The proof was staring them in the eyes. And okay, it wasn't a kraken attacking the ship but as she'd already told Killua, that would have been quite preferable.

"Fate is a bastard," she told him emphatically, suddenly a little glad that she was still hiding with him instead of fishing beyond the usual every-day reasons she enjoyed his company so much. With Luna out of the bed, she scooted back closer to her wolf, a twinge afraid and wanting the comfort of his presence near her.

Luna stood and took a moment to straighten her robes. "Oh, Fate. I see. Would you like a charm?"

Fujiko was definitely confused by this. "A charm? What? What kind?" She wasn't really one for lucky charms no matter how much she joked otherwise. She didn't believe she had any kid of good luck, just bad. Excepting more recently finding Jyabura. But that might have been Fate just trying to lure her into a false sense of security. It probaby was because like she said, Fate was a bastard.

"To help you hide from Fate, of course," Luna thought for a moment, tapping a finger on her chin as she did so. "I can't really do anything about it directly, you know, that's pretty advanced. Still, maybe a misdirection spell..? It could make you harder to notice for a while, in cause Fate is looking for you. That might work."

"Uh," Jyabura cut in, sitting up under the fort to look out (and discovering a new bruise in the process), "are you sure it's not gonna do anything bad, like...transport us somewhere...or sink the sub or anything? Not that I don't think you know what you're doing, but...environmental factors and shit, you know?"

He figured Luna could handle it, but...well, Friday the 13th.

At this Fujiko panicked slightly. "No!" she said hurriedly, "That's all right really!" God, bad enough people wanted to supposedly help her laptop just so they could fuck it up more, who knows what would happen with the charm. And she was more than fine with staying a 20s-something year old female with her personality in tact. She just wanted to go back to hiding under the bed. Deep into hiding and wait for the 14th.

Luna blinked at Jyabura's words. "Oh, no. Spells like this rarely go badly awry. Of course nothing like that would happen," Luna smiled. "Probably."

Nonetheless, she shrugged her acceptance of Fujiko's rather vehement protest. "So I should speak to Ipin? All right then." She started towards the door, pausing for a moment to look back with a smile. "If I see Fate, I shall tell him you aren't in here." Then she exited, pulling the door shut after her.

"Uh, thanks, Luna," Jyabura called after her, and then slumped back to the floor when she was gone. "Jesus. Every damn time." He looked over at Fujiko, who seemed mildly terrified. "Hey, you okay? Look, on the bright side, it looks like Fate just decided to bombard us with interruptions instead of, you know, killing us or something. At least that's better?"

Fujiko shivered, pulling in ever closer to Jyabura. "Yeah... unless you know... grand finale or something." She swallowed nervously. She hadn't completely believed Fate was out to get them necessarily but now there were very few questions left in her mind. He probably only let them get close just for occasions like this. Clearly not only was Fate a bastard, he was very sick and twisted.

The brunette leaned her head near one of his shoulders, hair brushing bruised skin. "You want an ice pack or something?"

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